Shir Poetry: My You

I miss the me I was with you
And the version of you that was mine.
I see you now,
A familiar stranger
And you're just not you anymore.
Grown up and far gone,
Our lives have moved on,
Past the we that we were with just us.
Yet when I reflect
On the time that we shared
You're the you that I hold in my heart:
And as time moves forward you stay there,
Never changing,
Always mine-
At least to the me that I was for you too.
That's the you that I miss,
The one that I've saved
My own personal version of you.